P65e. Good is the Lord, the heav'nly King

1 Good is the Lord, the heav'nly King,
Who makes the Earth his Care;
Visits the Pastures ev'ry Spring,
And bids the Grass appear.

2 The Clouds, like Rivers rais'd on high,
Pour out at thy Command
Their watry Blessings from the Sky,
To chear the thirsty Land.

3 The soften'd Ridges of the Field
Permit the Corn to spring;
The Vallies rich Provision yield,
And the poor Lab'rers sing.

4 The little Hills, on ev'ry Side,
Rejoice at falling Show'rs;
The Meadows, dresse'd in all their Pride,
Perfume the Air with Flow'rs.

5 The barren Clods, refresh'd with Rain,
Promise a joyful Crop;
The parching Grounds look green again,
And raise the Reaper's Hope.

6 The various Months thy Goodness crowns;
How bount'ous are thy Ways?
The bleating Flocks spread o'er the Downs,
And Shepherds shout thy Praise.

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First Line: Good is the Lord, the heav'nly King
Meter: Common Metre
Language: English
Publication Date: 1740
Topic: Blessings: of the country; Christ: His ascension; God: his Being, Attributes and Providence (11 more...)
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